so we biked over to mile end for few drinks with pals eliz and ray, who are soon to be our montreal neighbors. then we danced on over to see an old buddy rp3 dj at an abandoned strip club (the playhouse). after he disappeared like a ghost we wandered the empty streets with black cats and a full moon. where were the bonfires? where were the fireworks? where were the people? scary night.
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